Rise of the Tower 5
by
Fin
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The man came.
And came. And came. And came.
Covered in cum.
He came.
Coated in slime.
He came.
Dripping with semen.
He came.
The man came.
And came. And came. And came.
In fact he had come so much, that might be all that he was now.
The come. The orgasm. The electric clench of flesh, now to never cease.
He knew had been someone else once.
Before he had started to come. And come. And come.
A person. A man. A Tower!
Now however, he was filled with cum.
The cum of others.
The come of true men.
Now he was just... a Dome.
Smearing the viscous syrup over his huge smooth muscles, left there by these more realer truer men... The Dome came.
And came. And came. And came.
The seed of these men spilled from his mouth.
Dribbled from his ass.
And flowed from his... vagina.
His mancunt. His boypussy. His third fuckhole.
Just the thought of it, just the thought of what had been taken...
...made the giant muscular man writhe on the floor where he laid, his orifices twisting in the fit of an orgasm, clenching at what should have been inside them, and currently was now not.
He was alone in the center of a room.
On his back.
Hands spreading the cum of others all across his slick wet frame.
Over the bulging muscles of his massive arms.
Sliding between the mounds of his huge pecs.
Washing the ripples of his sculpted abs.
The man bathed his body in the viscous seed of men, cumming from every square inch of his frame that felt the horrible, delicious squish of the pale slime as it coated his being from head to toe.
At every corner of the room, on the ceiling, were an array of cameras.
Live feeds that broadcast his lurid performance to every corner of the globe.
To anyone whom wanted to see, or masturbate to, what had become of the world's once most manliest man.
Knowing he was being watched...
Drenched so completey in the loads of those whom had so irrevocably unmade him...
Visibly missing the manhood that was everything he had once been...
The man came. And came. And came.
The Dome wanted to be filled once more.
To be stuffed full of cocks in every hole he had.
To be rammed by their flesh until his own remained nothing but a quivering wet gooey mess.
But there were no real men with him now.
And sometimes there were so many!
Right now he was alone.
Alone in the center of a room televised to millions.
He would have used his hands to fuck his holes himself.
But the unman was not allowed.
All The Dome was let do was smear the thick ballsnot across his huge muscular form, and come from the mere sensation of the wet slimy feel.
And come. And come. And come.
The pathetic failure soon started to beg.
To whine for cock as he climaxed, full on view of the world.
Louder and louder until he was moaning for it.
Not that the cameras missed a single one of them to begin with.
Everyone knew that the man hadn't just been beaten.
His very soul had been destroyed.
And they could hear it with each simpering plea...
Not for a release from his bonds.
But for the hard dick of a real man... to fuck him senseless over and over on full display of them all.
Eventually a true man entered the room.
Naked, strong, and hard.
The masculine stud loomed over the demolished unhe, his cut shadow cast over his soon to be conquest.
Then the hunk entered The Dome with his manhood... and began to fuck away.
The once hero came immediately, his pussy clenching the thick meat for which he had so pathetically whined. Unnatural in its origin, the cunt overwhelmed his mind with a sensitivity a thousand times that of normal.
The not man's eyes rolled to the back of his skull, as his third hole was reamed asunder by the steady delicious hammering of the real stud whom had finally come to his rescue. A salvation not of freedom, but of ecstasy itself.
When the true man finally came, the hunk unloaded a whole sacks worth of male spunk directly into the aching yawning vagina of The Dome. Squirt after sticky squirt flooded into the raw pussy, until it squished and sloshed with the continued pistoning of the cock still hammering its way inside.
The defeated unhe cried in bliss.
This messy wet union of bare muscular flesh was all he was for.
And he had just fulfilled his true purpose.
The only thing that could make him happier was what the real man did next.
Withdrawing his slick manhood from The Dome, the stud soon replaced it with his fist.
Then pushed it inside until copious amounts of semen started to slough out around the thick hairy arm.
The Dome arced his back high, reflexively, as his vagina was stuffed by the hand.
Tears streamed down his handsome face as orgasms wracked his body unending.
The cries of his voice echoed throughout the room.
He wanted this!
He needed this!
The world understood as they watched every recorded minute that his captivity was not slavery.
Instead, the reward of the most truest failure the Earth had ever known.
His endless orgasms, punishment for the extent he had fallen as a man.
His comes, gifts of ecstasy that only the not he like he could ever enjoy.
And enjoy them, he endlessly did.
The fist punched his gut like a freight train, ramming its muscled furry length so far into his sloppy cunt, that it would have burrowed out The Dome for which he had been named, had it not already been created by so many acts just the same.
And he came. And came. And came.
Eventually the real man's second arm joined the first inside the vanquished unhe, this time sinking inside The Dome's equally wet and cum dripping ass.
The unman felt so full!
So beyond engorged with the flesh of a true stud.
No one alive had ever been so truly fucked as he!
The Dome could only quake and writhe on his back as his pussy and rectum were fisted into sore, aching, swollen, semen soaking messes, his body never once ceasing its waves of climaxes the whole time.
Eventually his shameless moans of pleasure left the failure hoarse, unable to make a sound from his cum soggy throat any longer. And yet still his conqueror fucked his holes wide.
On and on.
Forever in front of the world.
One real man after the other.
Until one day, one day quite like all the others, wind began to roar inside the room deep underground.
Flashes of light!
Sparks!
Fire!
Standing there above The Dome were now two new men.
Men that had come to rescue him.
Men that had come to free him from the fate of which he been so exquisitely doomed.